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how silly my moon slip
into down my lips
pocus wrap in yours
and I’m sorry about
celestial ache and howl
and how are you
getting down from here?
will you climb cloud
humid spilling? crawl?
beg the ailing air
to backbend into ladder
place your foot in the
spinal gnocchi rung
stumble out of this skin

when I think of peach milk skies at twilight
how snow caked rooftop peaks melt into
matte grey cloud blankets
when I think of how delicate how precious
dove ribs must be
how feathers thread together feel
I know what loss of flight feels
I know sewn skin
ripped skin
how blood bubbles quiet beads
precision
skin
feels

Your fingers licked the grooved metal strings and the clicking of your tongue on the ridges of the roof of your mouth strummed the sinews of my skin in lulling rhythms, built craters of sighs in my collarbone. All love dripping from the length of your hair and me hugging my knees on the edge of your bed. Babe I live in the linger of your breathing on my neck and you keep dropping your pick but I don’t miss a step of song when you bend to pick I up. I’m tangled in the sienna brown of your sheets and I know that coffee burnt your tongue but it didn’t hold us back.

My body’s steeped in oleander blood bathing the bodies in hemlock tea their petal skin bowing under teeth and I am heady in my silent skin bent under tongue sheets licked with love liquor and I am sick with the residue of his sweat on my lips